Flipping Poems - Poems about Flipping

...It was raining. I thought I’d wait it out. I tuned the engine on to help. Still in place, but the engine rumbles. Flipping through the stations. Music, static, music. Cloying sounds, I’m used t......Read the rest...

...3 Rhymed By 3 Unrhymed ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ unearth rough pages ......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ O precious codex, how lovely thou art to me. How do I pay homage to thee? Flipping through your pages is an art, you see. ......Read the rest...

...12 Pitas 4 # of ground lamb 1 tablespoon of cumin 1 T cayenne 1?4 teaspoon of cinnamon 2 T of chopped fresh ginger 5 Tablespoons of garlic 1/4 cup of lime juice 2 teaspoons of fish stock 2 T......Read the rest...

...In the Spring I am prone to fever, all year I’m an overachiever; Old library’s where I like to hang, learning a bit more than urban slang; Left to indulge infatuation, I drown in whimsical f......Read the rest...

...Remember when the ink, a writer’s tat, like a cobra spiralling ‘round fingers and arms, wielded power. Splotches, balled up, thrown into the basket hoop, flooding the creative canal. Ideas danced lik......Read the rest...

...There's a cloned avatar of the mystical moon for dreamers in search of a beaming wave amidst alienated alliterations, waltzing in zig-zag within my cyborg mind. I still find neon lights, t......Read the rest...

... wrestling ‘tween nephews and trav’ling uncle, teaching, taunting, flipping, sweating, bonding, championing smiles ......Read the rest...

...I’m resting, but also creating. Stories, stories that flip around. As if I’m flipping to my back. But in my hammock. I am only able to sway and sway… The ideas sway with me. Dreamy,......Read the rest...

...So take your rose colored glasses off And see this battle for the withered tulip it really is There is no leaving this town, It's got the best heights to fall from And the best milestones to los......Read the rest...

...They call it pancake ice. Flipping our minds. Imagine the river as maple syrup. Mama’s at the shore in an old-fashioned apron, smiling, waiting to see if we feast on all the pancakes. That i......Read the rest...

...These holidays, like a whirlwind romance…can’t catch my breath. Hustle and bustle of parties and gifts. Figuring it all out, the list, counting it at least twice. Birthday parties piled up, tissue pa......Read the rest...

... Written: December 31, 2023, For Unseeking Seeker Contest _____________________________________ “God within me is the enjoyer of the aroma As also this dopamine boosti......Read the rest...

...When the sunset queen sings, jinxed Jasmines wither, and~ primrose willows quiver, unfurling clemency in ivory sliver. When the sunset queen sings, wailing waves pause in awe sea-fairies wa......Read the rest...

...when she walks, it looks like gliding or skating, or dancing. Her skirt has a little flipping motion, yet it is not prancing. She must be a princess I tell my father and mother. They are not as im......Read the rest...